A military hero. A runaway bride. Never enough time. With one dance, one night, he claimed me. Beyond tired of holding things together and taking care of every responsibility for my family of sisters and a grieving father, I had begged the universe for something new. Then today, the county fair crowned me as the next Milk Maiden, and I gained the attention of Travis, the handsome stranger in town. Life was suddenly good, even though he was only passing through. She had more than one night written all over her face. Fighting for my country came with some obvious downsides. All I wanted—no, craved—was to spend time with a woman. For one night. Afterward, it was back to checking my emotions, deadening myself inside so not a hint of pain would display outside. I made it a rule to start nothing serious. But sometimes a man needed a woman more than he needed air. Marcie wasn’t just any woman, though. If only time and logistics weren’t working against us . . .